Judge — August 23, 1919 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Drown by Heawax Patacea Judge Joun A. Stescuer, President Revsen P. Srercner, Secretary Perarron Maxwent, Editor J ALE. Rottause, Treasurer A. Watonox, Literary E. Editorials Grant E, Hasttron, Art Director Lawton Mackatt, Managing Editor Tue Lure or “Easy Moxey” HE lure of “easy money” will find victims as long as laziness is a human characteristic; time cannot dissipate the fascination that involves traditions of hidden treasure. Strangely enough, a New Jersey farm of sixty-three acres now figures in a lawsuit based upon this tradition. This farm was sold a short time ago on a guaranty that a large sum of Captain Kidd’s gold was buried somewhere on the property. The purchas- ers gave $200 in cash for the farm and a note for $5,000, the sellers agreeing that if the treasure was not found the note should be considered as void. The “knowledge” of the existence of this treasure was conveyed to one of the sellers of the farm by a rit” ina dream. Certain places on the farm were indicated where the gold might be found. The buyers dug diligently for a time in these places, but discovered nothing of value. Thus they repudiated the note, suit to collect which was begun by the A Tip on Trppiinc N experiment by a tipple-seeker in Hartford, Conn., recently, might serve as a study for psychologists, prohibitionists, chemists, diag- nosticians, as well as other persons not confined in imagination and pra tice to any particular vocation or profession. A man named Hoffman started out in the morning to test 2.75 beer. About noon, after becoming dis- satisfied with that percentage, he went home to mix a decoction of his own from a receipt given to him by a “friend.” He assembled half a pint of ammonia, four ounces of peppermint, an equal portion of horse liniment labeled “good for man or beast,” two lumps of sugar, and a modicum of pure water, and drank the mixture. The account of his subsequent ai ies reads some- thing like one of the recent offensives in France. It involved his doings with a rolling-pin and a rifle suc- cessively handled, as well as his sellers. This peculiar case not only illustrates the persistence of the fables of hidden treasure that always appeal to the cupidity of many persons, but it newly gives an imagined substance to dreams. Captain Kidd—although a recent writer has shown that he was a seaman of average honesty un- justly executed—has been respon- sible for activities in search of alleged buried treasure that would have won more money than the Captain ever saw if industrially directed. And perhaps if the de- fendants in this strange case had cultivated their sixty-three acres industriously for a reasonable period they might have produced more in value than the fale =e surrounded Kidd ever won as a set by Purewan Srautano privateer. Parcet-Post boots used offensively. His wife, two sons and two daughters were the pursued and injured, and finally Hofiman ran a race with the chief of police, who won. The matter of the receipt for the mixture throws an entirely new light on the feeling called friendship, unless Hoffman’s “friend” was a confirmed wag. JUDGELETS The real trouble with Germany is the same as the difficulty with the lady of the camellias—she has a past. o- It is to be hoped that our millionaires will go on establishing public libraries, for they are so con- venient to take shelter in when one is caught out in a sudden rain. comicbooks.com